It’s May 6, 2014. I slowly scramble up the stairs still foggy in the head and for a brief moment I wonder why Mother Nature is so cruel.
Then something else hit me.
I live in Canada. There is no man coming to kidnap my friends daughter. The morning silence is a good thing as the birds sing, no bombs are going off. I am not in fear of a gun shot grazing over my head, nor am I concerned that one of my boys will be recruited to join a terrorist group. I have not lost a child on a boat. I can afford an opinion and voice it.
I am in Canada where it is a good thing to be a woman. We can vote, we can work, we have a voice. I can walk freely without fear of harm. I can work and I can play.
I have access to social programs and education. I have a roof over my head and food for my belly. Clean clothing is accessible and we have a family Dr. I can see when my youngest develops a cold.
I am Canadian and if Mother Nature wants to snow in the middle of August, go ahead as I am Canadian and am thankful.
1 comment:
Very well said. Thanks for sharing your thoughts of gratitude.
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